This is a song about "Shit ginger hair"

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Let me hear that beat, air

He'd rather come his hair.

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

All of the hair from out my head

That's boa, see that's my set

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair